Chapter 248: One net

After returning to the government, Mu Xiyao called the young girl of the Lanlan to the front, and told the errands to pay off, and then rewarded some silver money and five brocades. It was a reward for her hard work in recent years. Counting the silver that was secretly given before, Mu Xiyao’s shot is definitely very broad.
However, this woman is so generous, but also because of the sweetness from the six halls. Jiao Yan grinds people, but also the end of tea and shoulders, only to sing a voice, Zong Zhenglin will hear the string knowing, sneer and laughed the sentence "promotion", the face is disdain, but the shot is unambiguous. Xi Demu Xia Yao holds a big red seal, and my heart is happy.
The green bud got the reward of the master, and I learned that I was arranged in the little master's house to be an aunt. Where would I be unhappy? It’s also a clever gimmick.
On the early morning of the next day, Zong Zhenglin practiced a gun in the yard, and the defending rushed to see him. He sent the secret guard to report it.
"His Highness, a few people in the dungeon, and the people in the boat took the people and searched the place in the next room and the outside of the house. Only found the sign of the ciphertext, there is no clue next to it. I have found a lot of people who have seen it, and they all say that they can't distinguish the texture. It seems that it is not the craft of Dawei."
After receiving the square-inch brand name in the hands of Wei Wei, the black-like pottery piece, Zong Zhenglin gently stroked it, and the eyes chilled into the bones.
This object in the hand, black as lacquer, bright as a mirror; thin as paper, as hard as porcelain. It is indeed not the Wei Wei, but the secret black pottery in the hands of the two Jin royals.
The person who pre-empted the life of Mu Xiyao was deeply involved with the two Jin royal families? Zong Zhenglin’s sorrow and sorrow, the tremors in his hand trembled.
"His Royal Highness." Mu Xiyao was stunned, circled the lamb's fur collar, and the little hand grasped the fox's neckline. It was so stupid that it appeared at the door, but the man stood in the door and never stepped out. Originally like the autumn water, it is still with a ripple. The sound came to Zong Zhenglin to look back.
"A big morning, why is your wrath angry?"
In the account, I heard someone talking outside, like "dungeon" and "seeing bet". Although Mu Xiyao was not fully awake, she instinctively felt that this matter was related to her. Impatient people waited, set their own warm clothes, squatting on embroidered shoes and exploring outside the door. I knew that when I got to the door, I saw Zong Zhenglin’s face was not good, like a fire.
The defending head slammed back. The ruler of Yao is the rule, and His Royal Highness has always been wide. He didn't have that grace, he still knew something, and it was better to leave earlier.
"Wearing like this, I am not afraid of being cold." Zong Zhenglin saw her figure, slightly converging his temper, and he threw the rifle out of his hand, but it was unbiased, just standing on the corner of the yard.
"Good Jun Kung Fu." Mu Xiyao's scorpion suddenly brightened, stretched his neck, and his ankles were still at the end of the trembled long gun. When he saw Zong Zhenglin, his eyes were amazed.
Zong Zhenglin was unhappy with his eyes in the arms. "The next time I come out, I will be in advance." The usual style, where is the effort. The six lords of the martial arts, practicing are all murderous and deadly moves.
Look at her face, white and tender, and love, the voice is soft. Zong Zhenglin did not like Mu Xiyao to be seen like this.
He was used to being arrogant, and these little things, Mu Xiyao promised. I didn’t take two steps, and I was able to export in the future, and the new tricks were turned out.
"His Royal Highness, the wind is falling cold and panic. Come and hold into the house." Reaching his robes, the man is already twisting.
When I got out of bed, I hurriedly smashed my shoes and forgot to put on cotton socks. It’s no wonder that I feel cold and immersed in my feet...
Supporting Zong Zhenglin's arm, Mu Xiyao kicked the embroidered shoes, and the round and smooth toes came out. The five fingers shrank slightly, seemingly shy. Two swaying down to the six halls, she did not deliberately take Joe.
Zong Zhenglin’s eyebrows jumped, and he blackened his face and slid it up. Even though she was in a panic, another embroidered shoe fell on the ground. She only grasped the foot of Mu Xiyao and put her feet in one place, making the internal force Warm in the heart of the nest.
"His Highness, good health." Mu Xiyao squinted his chin and glued him badly. "His martial arts practice well, warm in the winter, more hot than the brazier." Really feel that Zong Zhenglin's internal strength is good, Mu Xiyao praises sincerity.
Six halls slap the face and pat her ass, and turned a blind eye to Mu Xiyao.
The wind and rain did not fall for many years, and nowadays, she has a word of appreciation, Zong Zhenglin only feels trouble.
"Golden Jiao," staring at her for a moment, clearly is a weak woman, where is the ability to come into trouble in the day? Zong Zhenglin’s heart became more and more puzzled.
There is no such thing as a heart and a heart. How can I recruit two Jin spurs?

"Two Jin?" Mu Xiyao looks awkward, where there is still a smile when it is not serious.
Zong Zhenglin said that he was seeking a thorn... It was a decree that wanted to take her life.
In the two Jin, Mu Xiyao knows well, not to mention that today, it is not a matter of involvement in the previous life. This is a calculation of murder, what is it...
The brain turned fast, and Mu Xiyao looked down again and again.
Zong Zhenglin hugged people around Jinping, letting her sit quietly on her lap, pulling the quilt and covering her feet, but the little feet in her hand were never sent.
"His Royal Highness." Mu Xiyao frowned and looked straight into Zong Zhenglin's eyes. "You have moved to the West?" This may be denied if it is the most unwilling of Mu Xiyao, it is laborious and hard to fight with people. It is a pity that some of them are not open to the eye.
"This temple is shot, Jiaojiao thought that there will be live mouths left?"
Yes, this is also a curse. Zong Zhenglin is still considered to be "harmonious" in Dawei. If he waits until the Jian'an emperor's expedition... that scene, Mu Xiyao feels awkward.
Is it for the emperor's house, is it for her?
The index finger of the left hand is raised high, and Mu Xiyao is backed by Zong Zhenglin's arms, and the air is far away from the direction of the emperor's house. "His Royal Highness, if you remember correctly, the poison of Helen's body is called ‘牛七’?

Unusual things can never be repeated. Even if you guess wrong, you will grieve others, why not make peace of mind. It is a common practice for a favored person to play a prestige. She was polite before, and now...has nothing to talk about.
"His Royal Highness, if the two scholars secretly sneaked into the secret, what should they do?"
Seeing her eyes is full of calculations, Zong Zhenglin can not understand her mind. Once a little woman is angry, the temper is not generally difficult.
As soon as he recognized the black pottery, he quickly had a guess. It’s not the few behind the purchases, it’s the ghost inside his house. Mu Xiyao was a clever man, and he thought of a place with him for a moment. It’s just that the woman’s heart is bigger than her simple cleaning.
"Golden little one, where is the heart of the heart?" As she is so thoughtful, it is rare. As for the implicature, I am afraid that Mu Xiyao deliberately did it.
"His Royal Highness did not know?" Mu Xiyao rounded his throat, staring at him, dissatisfied with a small mouth, screaming in his nose, not quite honest.
"His Highness is not saying, this heart is put on you. When you have time, turn it out?"
Zong Zhenglin’s original words are clear: "The person and heart of the Jiaojiao, the temple must be."
Putting her on this piece, it will become a child who has a bad heart, and if you want to learn a lesson, you can make fun of it. Your possession of the Lord is irrelevant to you.
Zong Zhenglin’s nephew was a slap in the face, and she was greeted by her honey.
In the case of this woman, the truth has never been separated from her.